The female workers' quarter was dimly lit by the pale glow of moonlight filtering through tall, arched windows. Shadows flickered along the stone walls, cast by the soft glimmer of a few dying magic crystals scattered throughout the room. The vibrant colours of the once elaborate tapestries adorning the walls appeared muted in the moon's gentle light, their intricate patterns fading into the quiet gloom of the night.
The chamber, though spacious, carried an unmistakable air of loneliness. Narrow beds lined one side of the room, each one neatly made with deep crimson blankets folded at the foot. The dark wooden frames, though elegantly carved, showed the wear and tear of years of service. Above, the ceiling arched high into the shadows, creating a sense of vast, empty space that only deepened the room's silence.
